Tuesday, April 29, 2008

How I Met My Honey

When I was in the seventh grade my best friend, Mo, was boy crazy. A huge portion of the school year she spent pining over one particular boy, Blaine. At the end of the school year she finally got up the nerve to tell him. They started “Going Out” soon after. Blaine had a BFF, and Mo had a BFF (me, duh!), so it was only natural that they hooked the two of us up, right?!!

The summer of 1991 was pretty awesome. Me and my BFF just chillin with our pair of BFF boyfriends. We did silly things that twelve and thirteen year olds do. And things that they do not do.

We would have make out contests, you know, to see who could kiss the longest. He and I won. Cause we can, you know, kiss for a long time.

We went to the movies and saw Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter Is Dead. The boys snuck in to see that flick. Romantical, huh. We also went and saw Drop Dead Fred together. Theme, much?

One of our favorite memories from that summer was actually quite traumatizing to us girls at the time. Josh had a fort built in his back yard. It was actually a camper shell set up on four chairs with blankets on the ground, but who is keeping track? We spent a considerable amount of time in that fort. One day the boys were sneaking tequila and OJ, and just to be cool us girls tried some, too. We may have even pretended to be drunk. Josh, who now despises smoking, was begging his 14-year old sister to go to the store and get some cigarettes. They had a hidden Hustler magazine, and let me just tell you that when they flashed it open at me the images were etched in my brain. I’m telling you, these boys were pervs.

One song that was popular back in 1991 was C & C Music Factory’s Things That Make You Go Hmmm. We kissed every time the lyrics hit the word Hmmmm. Yeah, we were twelve. And really cool.

At the end of summer I decided to break up with Josh, for whatever reason. The only consequence to that was that Blaine decided to break up with Mo, because they made a pact or something. Whatever.

One day in the summer before my senior year of high school I was at the Thursday Night Market downtown with my church youth group. We all stopped at Carl’s Jr. to get dinner and we ordered our food, sat down to eat, and I spotted Josh for the first time in four years. He got up and left the restaurant and I made my brother go after him to ask if it was really him. My brother returned with Josh. He became my instant boyfriend. We went to the Homecoming dance together with another couple (that is a whole other story in itself), We ended up working together at McDonald’s. We ended up dating for 4 solid months, then out of the blue I decided that he was boring and I broke up with him. In my defense though he was forced to grow up very young, and instead of attending high school he did grown up things, like work full time. That was boring to me. I wanted to play. Lame, I know, but I was 17 years old.

Fast forward three years or so…

After two ridiculously fun filled years of living in San Diego, I moved back to Sacramento. I was 20 years old with nothing to do and I had a fake ID (actually it was real, just not mine). I spent a lot of time at the local neighborhood bar. I could be found there on any given night. One night I was planning on going home, but instead I drove my little slug-bug by the bar. I saw the cars of some people I knew, so I stopped in and said hello. As I was standing there talking for a second I looked to my right and the handsomest boy raised one eyebrow at me. I ditched my friends to go say hello to HIM. Josh. We spent the evening catching up. Apparently Jason, one of our mutual friends, who happens to know the bar was where I was going to be on any given night, told Josh where to find me. (Cause, yeah, he was asking!) Josh and I ended up leaving the bar together and went back to his place. No, you pervs, there was no nookie nookie that night. Just talking and stuff.

We dated for two years before tying the knot.

Today is our seventh wedding anniversary.


And there you have it my friends. That is the story of How I met my honey. If you would like to participate in the carnival, please feel free. I would love to read your stories!!!!

For more yucky love stories like this go to RamblingsbyReba.com

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Double, Double

Are you one of those people who thinks that everyone has a twin somewhere out there?

I wasn't.

I mean, not really anyways. It is a bit hard to fathom that someone that is not related to me would look just like me.

I was watching What Not To Wear on Friday night and thinking Gee, this chick is really pretty.

And then it dawned on me.

She bears a striking resemblance to me.

I wish I could find a picture of her, I have been looking all day. You are just going to have to believe me when I say that Catherine K is my twin.

No, no one I know has verified this for me. I was half-expecting my phone to start ringing off the hook while What Not To Wear was on on Friday. That is how much I believe that this chick looks like me.

Also...she is 29 years old, just like me...pretty creepy, huh!

I am going to update this post with pictures when I find one of her. Promise.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

And The Winner Is...

Alright folks, the giveaway has officially closed. A winner has been chosen. I asked my daughter to pick a number between one and 78 and she said "forty-seventy", so I knew I had to find a better way to choose the winner. I went over to random.org and use the random integer generator. Click on the picture to make it bigger:

I checked about 100 times and the 27th entrant is *drum roll please*


Congrats Aimee. I have sent her an email and she has until Monday to get back to me.

Thank you to everyone who entered. I have never had so many comments on one post before. It was quite exciting!

I was wishing I would have had time to go around and enter contests, but I was laid out for the whole week, and, luckily, as it turns out some people are still holding contests, so you can still head over to bloggygiveaways.com to find more stuff to win!!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I Am At The Bottom Of My Game Today

My body is making a plethora of noises.

I know.

I am a sight, let me tell you.

Last night my husband was taking my temperature and getting mad at me because I would not close my mouth around the thermometer. Hellloooo. I couldn't close my mouth because then I would not be able to breath.

My temperature at 10pm last night was 102. I was furrreezing.

Seven hours later it was exactly the same.

Seven hours after that it was a ridiculously low 96.1. My normal body temperature is 97.1

I am kinda glad I had a fever, because honestly, I am not sure that the hubs actually believed I was sick. Don't get mad at him. He is just not used to me being sick. It rarely ever happens, and when it does happen, it is dramatic.

OK, so back to the noises. There is a hacking cough. Sniffle snarfles. And the moaning. Oh the moaning. I can not help it. It is better that the uncontrollable crying I was experiencing last night. *cough cough* *snarfle sniffle* *hack hack* *cry cry*. Pleasant, right?

I need some Chloraseptic and Ny-Quil and possibly another nap. The only problem with my naps is that every time I wake up from one of them it seems that something else is wrong with me. My throat is freakishly raw from this last nap. Maybe I should have a Hot Toddy, too.

The hubs took a sick day today, because he was pretty sure that my Momming was not going to be top-notch today, and has spent the day hanging with the kids while I spent the day napping. I am so thankful for him doing that. He makes me so happy.

Speaking of happy. Guess what arrived today? My winnings from Mamikaze. I think there is about 50 children's books and my kids are going ape-shit about it. What a perfect day for them to receive this. I do not have the energy to take pictures, upload them, and post them so those will have to come later.

Alright y'all it is time for me to take some more medicine and hit the hay.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I Hate To Brag

But I just can not help it. Bragging is so easy.
The view from my office window is ever-changing, but generally looks like this.


Golden Gate Bridge
San Fran city line


Happy Wordless Wednesday. For more wordless Wednesday participants, go here!

What? A Giveaway, That Is What


Bloggy Giveaways Quarterly Carnival Button

Alright y'all.

I'm gonna do it.

It being a Bloggy Giveaway.


I know.

What am I giving away?
A hand-made necklace from my Mom, because I am not that crafty (read:patient). Glass beads and beautiful. Winner gets to choose a color scheme for beading. Here are some examples:

Who is eligible:
You must have a US shipping address. You don't have to be a blogger to win, just supply a valid e-mail address.

How Do You Win:
Just leave a comment on this post to be entered to win. I will randomly pick a winner on April 26, 2008 at 10am PST. Winner will be notified by email and in a post. If I receive no response in 48 hours after contacting you, then a new winner will be chosen.

If you are here as part of the Bloggy Carnival, please feel free to stay for a minute, look around, get to know me. Thanks!

For more giveaways, go here!

Good luck everyone!

Monday, April 21, 2008

Dramatic, but Not Overly So; Or Am I?

Whew. What a weekend.

Saturday on my way to work I was driving in the far left lane of the freeway when we all had to slam on our brakes. I did it. The people in front of me did it. The person behind me? Not so much. They were a tad bit late on the brakage. So instead of rear-ending me the driver chose to swerve to the left, pulling their car in to the rocks of the center island. Then they proceeded to over correct and swerve right, just inches away from my car, in and out, almost hitting me several times. Luckily I was not hit, but after swerving a few times the driver finally spun out in the rocks and hit the center island. I pulled over briefly and then saw that other cars had pulled over, so I kept going. I did not have a huge time margin to get to work. It can take up to two hours to get there. And on Saturday we were picking up the guests at a different pier, so we were leaving the dock right away. I really had no time to waste.

So, dear friends, if you were me, would you have stopped? Let me remind you that I did not cause this accident, this other driver did not hit me, other people did stop, and there is nothing I could have done if I did stop (it is not like I am medically trained for anything of this magnitude).

I am having such a moral dilemma. Even though everyone I have talked to has said that I shouldn't. I feel like bad karma is going to be coming my way or something.

What do you think????

Friday, April 18, 2008

Grumpa-rumpa Face

Cal is currently standing at the garbage can peeling his apple and talking about the fact that he knew today was going to be the worst day ever.

Grumpy pants.

Little does he know that he has a dentist appointment at 2pm to get his first filling.

I think this day is going to take a turn for the worse before it gets better.

It has been a good day for me though. I won a box of books from Mamikaze. w00t! I am hella stoked.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A Big Ole Grown Up Baby

Is it still Wednesday???

Cause I have a couple pictures I would like to put under that category.

The notorious Auntie that I have been telling you all about for a couple of weeks...she came to the rescue on Monday night. Apparently Miss Riss's hair was fixable. And in the cutest way. (Cause as you may recall...I thought it was not.)

Introducing...the new and improved Miss Riss.

Doesn't she look incredibly grown up now?

Oh my heck. Every time I see her I think Where is my baby???

I am not upset about it, but geesh, she looks soooo grown.

You're a Monkey

Yesterday I was at work and I pulled my pedometer out of my pocket to check the step count. It was less than 3000. One of the guys asked me what I was holding and I told him it was my pedometer and I am trying to take 10,000 steps a day.

His response: Shoot, I take probably 800 steps a day. If I could I would take no steps at all. I would just swing from ropes.

I was LOL'n.

It totally reminded me of Tarzan.

Crazy monkey.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Oh, How Comforting...Not.

What is comforting is getting a phone call from your accountant at 2:30 pm on April 15th saying that something is wrong with our taxes. They got sent back to the accountants office because of a discrepancy.


With only a couple of hours left to go on this here tax day lets hope that the new submission goes through without a hitch!

Two things are certain in life: Death and Taxes.

Happy Tax Day everyone.

I hope you all owe WAY less than we do!!!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Menu Plan Monday

I am getting off easy again this week, so I am writing out my breakfast and lunch, too.

Breakfasts will include:
Cereal, toast, Oatmeal with yogurt, and fruit.

Lunches will include:
Tuna, ham, PB&J, or PB&honey sandwiches. Fish sticks, pizza. Celery, carrots, and apples.

Snacks~~ Apples, bananas, crackers, triscuits, popcorn


Monday~ Salmon, asparagus, and mashed potatoes

Tuesday~ I will be working and I am leaving Daddy in charge. I am suggesting fish sticks.

Wednesday~ Home made chicken strips, tater tots and salad

Thursday~ Ravioli and salad

Friday~ Dinner at Mo's~~ Spaghetti and cake decorating

Saturday~ The kids will be with my mom and I will grab a bite of food from work (hopefully we are serving food on that charter)

Sunday~ Kids are still at my Mom's house and I will be working again. Definitely have to eat charter food as I am working all day. I don't mind though. It is gourmet. And I do not have to cook it.

For more menu plan Monday participants, and to get more menu ideas please head on over to visit Laura at I'm An Organizing Junkie. She will be happy you stopped by.

Mom Blogs

Something is missing in my blogroll.

Can you guess what it is?

Seattle mommies have one.

Washington DC mommies have one.

Chicago mommies have one.

Where is the SacramentoMomBlogs.com?


Am I just not looking in the right place?

Are there any bloggy Mommies from the Sacramento area?

Anyone care to look into this for me?

Another Post About Something That Annoys Me

There is something about a forwarded e-mail that drives me crazy. Crazy, I tell you.

When I am looking at my inbox and I see something like this:

Fwd:Fwd:Fwd:Fwd: I Better Get This Back

You can pretty much be sure that I am not sending it back...to anyone. I will read it, because I am not that mean. As long as I don't have to click anywhere else to get there.

Here are some examples of how to make me crazy.

I opened my email this morning and found this. Attachments. I should have known, since the subject of the email was Fwd:Fwd:Fwd: Blah, blah, blah. Do you know that I have to click three times to see EACH picture. Not that I am a busy woman or anything. Not that I have better stuff to do, but kinda, I do. I could be doing ten other things in the time it takes me to read that email. Not gonna read it. Sorry. (This email said Tuesday funnies. It is Sunday. Please at least change the body of the email to reflect that. Maybe call it Sunday funnies. We need funny on Sunday, too)

One of my friends posted this as a bulletin on MySpace the other day. Basically someone felt so compelled to copy this email and post it as a bulletin for all their friends to see (don't make me explain My Space to you, please). I simply googled two words in the story and the first google response was for snopes. SNOPES. C'mon people...check it out. Snopes. com can be a very helpful web site. I use it. Please just check to make sure the email you are about to send (or bulletin you are about to post) is real or valid. (This one is about Glade plug-ins causing house fires)

Ugh. This next one is the worst. The silly bulletins where your MySpace friends tell you they are going to delete you if you do not repost. Just because I do not repost this spammy shit does not make me a two-faced friend. At all. Why would you have reposted that. Do you not know that? Did you really believe that your friend that posted that before you was going to delete you if you did not put up that stupid bulletin. Chances are good that your friend is a friend whore and she will never delete a friend. Stop posting this stupid ass bulletin. (also, you bet your ass I want picture comments)

So there you have it, my friends. Just another thing that annoys me. I know I am not alone in this. Am I? Also, I know I have been guilty of this in the past. I have learned my lesson and feel like I can talk about it now. I no longer forward emails without first changing the subject and deleting all of these >>>>things.

What is the most annoying email (or whatever format-MySpace, facebook) that you have received/seen?

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Lawn Mower Workout

I made a comment the other day on Elizabeth's blog. Her blog was basically giving you simple ideas to burn more calories and one of her ideas was to mow your lawn and try to spend an hour doing so. Read it here. There are some great tips.

In my comment I may have LOL'd about my 10' x 10' patch of lawn and how silly I would look if I tried to spend an hour mowing it.

When the hubs left for work today he left me with a threat: Uncle K may be stopping by today.

Uncle K is the original owner of this home.

I did an initial scan of the house, decided it was clean enough and then I walked outside.

*cue horror flick music*

My lawn was like seven inches tall! Oh, for shame. How embarrassed was I going to be if he saw the grass lookin' all ghetto like that????

So I dug out the lawn mower from the shed and got to work. I did the back yard first, since that is where the shed is, DUH! And then I headed out front to finish before Uncle K arrived. Half way through my chore the fricken lawn mower died. Dead. It ran out of juice.

What was I to do?

I have a complex about asking neighbors to borrow their lawn mowers. When we lived in Gonzales our landlord was one of our neighbors, and after living in the house for a few weeks and not owning a lawn mower we finally went and asked him if we could borrow his lawn mower. Ya know what he said? NO. He said he has a thing about letting people borrow his lawn mower, he won't even let his own brother borrow it...I just want to say that other than that he was a super great and really nice guy and I would totally rent from him again. Anyways, luckily one of our other neighbors was sweet enough to let us borrow hers.

Sorry, I digress.

I went next door and asked my neighbor Dennis if I could borrow his. Dennis is a sweet, meek, humble, retired single man. Aunt K and Uncle K just adore him and have adopted him into the family. I was still scared he was going to say no, but thankfully Aunt K is a spicy little woman who put the fear of God in him, and he said yes.

He goes out to the garage and loans me this:

Wow! That was hard work, but hey Elizabeth, I think I managed to do like you said and mow the lawn for an hour. I know, I might be too proud of myself, but you also have to remember that it is pretty hot in Sacramento. As of right now it is 84 degrees outside. So I was sweating good by the time I was done. Anyone who has never used one of these mowers should want to know that they are not that hard to push...unless you have grass that is seven inches tall. Hmph. That oughtta teach me for letting my grass grow so long, huh!

Riss wanted to try it, too. She is much cuter than me, so here is a picture of her.

A couple more outdoor things...remember when I planted pink jasmine in my planter bed a few weeks ago? It is dying. I have been watering it. It is in full sun like the tag recommends and I have no idea what is wrong with it. It is dying a slow death. Actually they both are. (I bought two). I am at an impasse. Should I pull them up out of the ground and return them to Home Depot? Or is there a way to save them? Anyone?

I added a friendly gnome to the planter, too. Apparently one of the neighborhood cats hates him. There used to be flowers all around him and his feet were above the ground, but this cat has been coming around digging up my allysum and slowly burying my gnomey friend. And probably pooping in my flowers. Damn cat.

Like it is with most of the projects I take on around the house I forgot to take before pictures, so again, please forgive me. Probably since the beginning of time the step to get into the house has been 9 inches off the ground. Plus the threshold thingy. So like 10 1/2 inches, really. People notice it. Everyone notices it. The cable guy remembered coming to our house a few years ago to install cable, yeah, because of the step. He kept telling me he had been here before and then he finally pinpointed remembering it by the size of the step.
That was the last straw, so look at what I built. OK, OK, the hubs helped, but really he just pushed the mortar into the cracks. I did most of it. Ask him. He will agree. I told him to agree. Hehe.

So anyways, that is some of the stuff I have been up to lately. When the weather is warm what kind of things do you do?

Friday, April 11, 2008

Menu Friday and a special birthday treat

It seems a bit silly to be doing this, but I am going to do it anyway...

My menu! On Friday. You know...four days late.


Monday~ Chicken tacos. I can not say enough good about this meal. I love it.

Tuesday~ Dinner at my Mom's for Adam's birthday.

Wednesday~ Dinner at Amy's for her birthday.

Thursday~ Spaghetti with meatballs and salad

Friday~ Baked chicken strips and salad. Tonight I breaded the chicken in a mixture of blended up ritz crackers, goldfish crackers, french fried onions, and pretzels. Oh Mah Gawd. Yum.

Saturday~ Leftover chicken tacos.

Sunday~ Dinner at Chris and Angelicas baby shower. Dinner may actually be just hors de' oeuvres, but I don't care.

Wow, that menu completely lacks creativity and zest.

No umph.

I am bored stiff and I feel like I may be stuck in a rut. I better learn some new dishes now while it is still cooking season, because during the summer, aka grilling season, we eat grilled chicken and salads every night.


It gets hot here.

To spice up this boring blog just a little bit I am going to show you what I am making next Friday for my girlfriend Mo's birthday. I am in charge of dessert. She is turning 29...again. 29.2 she calls it.
Imagine this saying Princess Mo on it. And on the middle cupcake it will say 29.2
What do you think? Also, please ignore the coupon on the bottom. Oh, and I hope you can read the chicken scratch, I was in a hurry.

For more menu monday participants go visit Laura at Orgjunkie.com

Movie Quoting

"You stare at a soccer mom too long, they'll post your name on the internet."

Just reminded me of this.


Name that movie quote.

Without goooogling it!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

That is Excellent.

I do not know how everyone else decides they are going to add a blog to a feed reader, but a lot of mine I stumbled upon through other blogs. Only one or three bloggers do I know in real life. OK, maybe five. Also, if you have commented on my page then I probably believe that you are reading my blogs on a regular basis and I add you to my reader.

If you are in my reader then I read everything you post, and a lot of the time I am commenting on your post. Don't get me wrong, I am still lurking on a few people, but for the most part, almost everyone in my reader has received a comment from me. Cause I like everyone that I read. Almost as if they are my friends. Hehe.

A couple weeks ago Rachel over at maxsmom06.com gave me an Excellent Award. I have hung on to it long enough. It is time for me to pass it on.

This was so hard for me to pick only a few. Maybe that is why you just had to read that really long explanation.

So without further ado I am awarding the following blogs as Excellent:

Misguided Mommy~ She is hella real. She has made me laugh and made me cry. I have laughed so hard I have spit on my keyboard. Seriously.

Mamikaze~ She is real. I like her wit. She makes me laugh and she reminds me a lot of myself, so why would I not adore her. She is a self-proclaimed b-word.

Mommy mommy land~ Her and her family are following their dreams of living a farm life. Reading about their journey is exciting. She has adorable children and takes great pictures of them.

Francesca Burj~ For tolerating my nasty language and for being super awesome. She held my hand through getting a new layout and for that she deserves more than an award. Maybe a root beer float, too! There are other reasons why I love her, but I am trying to keep this short.

Shadow and Curve~ She keeps me on my toes and makes me put my running shoes on without even actually saying anything to me. When I imagine what she is like in real life I kinda imagine Jillian from the Biggest Loser. I have no idea why.

A Peaceful Serenity~ She is awesome. She made her own baby sling. Super creative mind. Jewelry? She does that, too. Momming? Yup, she does it. Work? Does that, too. Pregnant. Yup, she even found time to become a mommy all over again. I love reading about her life.

Dressed To Impress

Riss came with me to drop off Cal at school, like she does most days, and we started a conversation with one of Cal's classmates. She had on the cutest little rainbow colored gloves.

She reciprocated the compliment to Riss by telling her that she liked her shirt, in fact, she has the same one. She told Riss that she likes Tinkerbell and so does her sister (it was a tinkerbell shirt).

On the way home Riss asked me to turn down the radio.

Mom, that girl said that she likes my shirt.

I know, that is so cool, huh!

Yeahhh. Obviously swooning that a big kindergartner noticed her.

How cute is that?

Monday, April 7, 2008


Saturday was ridiculously busy.

I am not exaggerating.

It is all my fault. I have no idea how to say no to my friends.

So we ended up going to three kids parties on Saturday.

Yeah, I said three.

First party was for Miss Riss only. It was a princess party and the girls wore their costumes. Cal and I went to the store while all that girly nonsense was going on. Riss had so much fun. All the girls from her old preschool class were there.

The second party was for one of my friends daughters. Water was involved. Water guns, water balloons, and a slip n slide. And Cal in his boot. Yup, it got soaked. And he left his regular shoe at their house. I did not realize that until party number three though.

By the time the third party rolled around I was exhausted from party hopping.

But give me a shot of Jager and I pipe right up.

I am a sucker for drunk jumping. Actually I am kidding. I was not drunk. But I do love to jump, jump, jump.

Thanks Sarah. This next one is such a great shot. I look injured... or pained by my double chin. Whatev. I was landing a flip.

Sarah and I were shiny happy people holding hands. And jumping, seeing how high we could bounce each other. Are you wondering where the kids were? Yeah we kicked 'em out. So?

This has to be my favorite shot. Mo fell and the side of the jump house caved down, so that she was actually lying with her back on the ground. I, being the good friend that I am, tried to help her out. I was reaching for her and she was on her back like a cockroach. It was hilarious, but I was still trying to help her. One of the men thought that it would help her get out of her predicament if they turned off the power, you know, to let some air out or something. I leaped out of that jump house so fast no one knew what was going on. Cause yeah, like I said, I am such a good friend. Except, of course, when I think that a jump house is caving in on me. Then, apparently, it is for each her own. Cause, yeah, I was gone, leaving Mo to wriggle her way out on her own. Can you say claustrophobic? I had no choice but to get out of there. Here is the pic of Mo on her back.

Crista made a brief appearance, but could not stay sincce she was on-call for the night. I have not seen Crista in soooooo long. It was so nice to see her again. We had to get a shot of the four of us together. Crista is the one in the yellow shirt with the awesome hair. So it is me, Crista, Sarah, and Mo. I just said Crista four times. Oops, now five.

In between all that jumping I was starving. There was a bowl of regular tortilla chips. Sarah added Hint of Lime tortilla chips on top of the regular chips. I much prefer the limey ones, so this is a picture that we like to call Selective Chipping. I had to make sure that I was getting the right chips. That is important, ya know!

So today I have one singular Sketcher to pick up from Neechee's house. Not bad. At least I remembered to bring the kids home, cause by looking at all of the pictures above you would have thought that I had no kids in tow, huh!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Dude That is Nasty

Dear son,

I know a lot of people save their casts, just for fun or whatever they save them for. Memories or something.
When I was younger I always wished that I had broken a bone, mostly because I thought it was so cool.
When you fractured a metatarsal in your foot and had to get a cast I thought that was so awesome. Sorry, but I did. Apparently I am living out my childhood dreams through you. LOL.
As the three weeks of having your cast went by you started to smell dirty. It got to the point where I could barely stand to sit next to you. HAving a cast on your leg did not slow you down at all. You still did everything you normally would have done, with the exception of bathing. Yeah, you were a stinky little bugger by the time the cast came off. We bathed you often, but it is amazing how much difference not washing that one portion of leg made in your personal hygiene. My little monkey, you made me want to throw up in my mouth.
So years down the line I hope you are not mad at me for not saving your cast.
It was gross.
I took a picture. Too bad the picture is not scented, then you could get the full effect, but just use your imagination.

Love your Momma!

Wanna Giggle?

Cal's cast came off on Friday. All is well, but he now has to wear his ortho boot, just for two weeks. The doc said that his growth plate is still very sensitive.
I made sure I brought the camera with me when he got his cast off so that you could share in my joy.

His giggles make my heart smile.

Apparently the tool they use to cut the cast off was tickling him, ya think!

Whoring out Other Blogs

One of my bloggy friends is having a giveaway. Go check it out and be sure to leave a comment so you can be entered to win. Cause really who does not LOVE free stuff?

Also, if you love stuff you can enter a raffle to help get Lisa to Disney World. Read Lisa's shocking revelation here. Go to Miss Ann's place and check out all the cool stuff that is up for grabs for the price of a small donation.

Watch this video. It might make you cry, so use discretion.

Friday, April 4, 2008

NKOTB and a Tale of the Olden Days

Be still my heart.

Get a hold of yourself woman. You are married...with children.

I know I am not the only one in the blogoshpere who is ridiculously excited today. Did you all catch the Today Show this morning? I missed it, but I googled what I was looking for.

Yes, my aged 25-40 year old bishes. They're back.


I jumped up and down like a love-struck school girl watching them introduce themselves, you know, for the stupid people that have no idea who they are.

Can you even believe it?

I know. This is amazing.

I announced at dinner the other night that if they were in fact going on a tour that I would be going. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Here is my traumatizing story of why:
When I was in the 7th grade my mom bought me a ticket to their concert as a Christmas gift. I was stoked. Stoked I tell you. My BFF, Mo, got the seat next to mine as a gift from her Mom. One night I was lying in bed reading. It was after my bed time, lights were supposed to be out and I was hiding under the covers with a flash light READING. Let me repeat that.


My step-dad (my Mom's now ex-husband) came in and caught me. I was grounded for a couple weeks and my precious tickets were taken away. A piece of my childhood was stolen. Obviously I still have issues about this, because I can barely see the keypad through my tears.

I WAS FUCKING READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


A couple of months later I was snooping around in my Moms room (not really looking for anything, I just always liked to poke around in stuff) and I found my book under her dresser with my NKOTB concert ticket inside of it. I showed it to my Mom and she became very upset for me. She had no idea where that was hiding. She looked everywhere for it she told me. She is still, to this day, very upset that I missed out on that concert, as am I. She would have snuck me out of the house to get to that concert, I am sure. I wonder if her jerk off ex husband remembers that. I know he is a changed man. I wonder if I could get him to buy me tickets to the next concert. I think I have learned my lesson by now.

From The Mouths Of Babes

My Mom took the kids to Burlington Coat Factory (not just a coat store, I swear) today and as they were walking around the store they happened upon some chairs.

Riss sits in the first chair and comments on its’ comfort.

Cal sits in the chair next to her and comments on its’ softness.

Sweet little angels.

Then Cal turns to Riss and says, “Hey Rissa lets sit here and act stoned”.

My Mom made him repeat himself to make sure she heard him correctly.

She did.

They then proceeded to act slow and goofy (aka stoned) while relaxing on the chairs.

Thanks PSA’ s for making my 5 year old and 4 year old acutely aware of what it means to be stoned.


A Lame Story About My Lame Internet Connection

I had everything scheduled perfectly so that my DSL and DirecTV would be shut off on the 3rd and then my Comcast (TV and internet) would be turned on the same day.

The cable guy was ridiculously late, like 2 hours late (when I had somewhere else to be, of all days) and found some pretty major problems in the line. He hooked it up, but told me I was going to have shitty service. I swear that is what he said. Shitty service with the cable and little to no service for the internet.

And of course he felt awful because he thinks I am a Goddess.

He told me he was going to have contractors come out to dig up the line, since he could not pull it out.

When? When will I get my precious internetz back?

Hopefully by next Friday he says.

It was supposed to go so smoothly. I had it all planned out. I hate when things don’t go as I planned, don’t you?

P.S. This post is being magically posted.
P.P.S. I'm just kidding. My hubs is a genius and he got it to work. I just have no idea if it is going to keep working or not. It could go kaput at any moment.

Ego Stroking

It never ever happens anymore, so excuse me while I brag.

The cable guy thinks I am cute.

That is all.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Excellent? Me? OMG! Thank You!

Look at that. Is that not the most exciting thing-EVER???

I got me an Excellent Award from Rachel, who says, and I quote: I love reading her stories about her family. She has a great way of looking at life. about me.

Rachel is one of my newer bloggy friends and I enjoy reading about her adventures in mommyhood over at maxsmom06.com Go check her out!

Thank you so much Rachel. I am ecstatic. Pleased beyond belief. Giddy with joy. Ridiculously happy. Jumping up and down. Blushing. Flattered. Touched. Warm-fuzzied.

I am going to hang on to this award for a little while until I can come up with who I am going to pass it along to. I already have an idea or two, but since I am so indecisive I am going to do some more thinking and mulling and I will report back later.

I heart Rachel.

Dear Legs, Please Get Back To Work. kthxbye

I remember this feeling.

I remember it like it was last week, in fact.

There are lots of parts of my life that are completely lost in my memory bank, but this is not one of them.

Oh, the pain.

Back in high school I was on the swim team. Each season would begin with dry land training. We would work our asses off in a gym doing weight training and running. It was hard, hard work. I remember walking upstairs to get to one of my classes and running into one of my teammates. I was wincing the whole way up the stairs, and she was groaning the whole way down the stairs.

That is what I feel like now.

Somebody come chop off my legs, they are useless anyways.

Sunday I was working out to my Biggest Loser workout video and I modified one of the parts. You see, I can not jump with ease {mostly I look like a dumbass when I jump}, so instead of jumping I walked over to the step at the entrance of my house, stood on the edge with my toes and started bouncing up and down, flexing and hyper-flexing my calf muscles.

I might have overdone it just a bit.

The next day, Monday, I went out for a jog* and was having pretty severe muscle cramps in my left calf muscle. In my right calf I was getting shin splints. The pain was awful, but I would stretch it out, and then continue on. What I should have done was ice my legs when I got home. I didn’t.

I took Tuesday off from exercising, since my legs were so stiff that I could not properly exercise anyway, and I was looking forward to getting back into my routine today. My legs still hurt like hell, though.

I told the hubs earlier today that I feel like one of those fat people that are so fat that they can barely walk anymore. I am hobbling around and the worst is walking down the stairs.

It is so pitiful.

I hope my legs return to normal soon, don’t they know I am on a weight loss mission and have less than 4 weeks left to meet my first mini-goal?

Stupid dumb legs.

Anyone have any ideas?

Should I try for a simple home workout today?

Should I wait it out?

*When I say jogging, I use the term loosely. I just started last Wednesday and I took the advice of coolrunning.com and I revised it a bit. I am walking 30 seconds, jogging 30 seconds. Or was it 20? Anyways, it is a start, but no, I am not running a marathon anytime soon.